I don’t need your silence
I despise the calm
revolution,
turning on the time
the staircase wakes me up
painting my world upside down
I can feel the sacrifice…
no more leaps on your Church
the steps are marked in ancient blood
the voices crawl within
the heavy doors are thin –
long past midnight
I chose a different path to walk
another God to serve;
from nothingness comes struggle
the debt is payed in sorrow
after darkness follows light
as we forget the saints…